I’m of two minds when it comes to finishing stuff—I both like and don’t like it.
I like finishing things I don’t like and don’t like finishing things I do like. Profound, eh?
Finished this just today
I live next door to the most delightful family under heaven. (They may blush when they read this, but they’ve given me new interest in a life that had become pretty darn stale.) There are five children in this family, all under the age of nine years. Each is uniquely delightful and has characteristics that link up with my various uniquenesses; I don’t have a favorite among them.
One of these youngsters loves to challenge my creativity. He has a gift for envisioning what he wants to create-through-me (when he’s older he won’t need my help anymore). He also has a gift for helping me see how I can do it. He’s 5 1/2 years old.
Fall 2018—when he was barely five years old he asked me to make an Olaf costume for his stuffed Mickey Mouse. I was boggled. “Yeah, how?” But he gestured it all out in a way that I could see it, and voila! Mickey Olaf.
I bought a new loom recently. It’s a 28″ wide Ashford Knitter’s loom (my other two AKLs are 20″ wide). The first project I completed was already on the loom when I bought it. It’s interesting finishing someone else’s project. It took weeks for me to get around to finishing the hemstitching—the fuzzy gray yarn was a bit hard to hand stitch with.
One look at someone else’s choice of yarn.
—When dreams meet daylight.
—When working hard doesn’t produce desired results.
—When someone gets hurt.
—When it’s time to move—on or over?
It hurts to give up on dreams, but sometimes it hurts MORE to pursue them.